“Boss, this is the result from that day.” An Yi opened his light computer, his expression unusually serious, causing Xuan Lang and Zhong Mu to glance at each other.
“Through analysis, the clothing on Young Master Lian does not belong to Blue Star.”
“Could it be material from another planet?” Xuan Lang asked in confusion.
“No.” An Yi shook his head, his expression growing even heavier.
“An Yi, if you have something to say, just say it clearly. Don’t be so long-winded,” Zhong Mu urged impatiently.
“Shut up.” An Yi snapped coldly.
Xiahou Shaochen leaned back on the sofa, fingers lightly tapping his knee. His expression was calm—so calm that no one could read what he was thinking.
“Continue.”
“If I must summarize it in one sentence…” An Yi paused. “The clothing on Young Master Lian does not belong to this era.”
The room fell into an eerie silence.
“What… what do you mean?” Xuan Lang finally asked dryly.
“If we only judge by appearance, his clothes are just strange… a bit outdated. But in terms of material analysis, every piece of clothing he wears is an antique—at least three thousand years old.”
“……”
Xuan Lang froze.
“……”
Zhong Mu froze.
“……”
Xiahou Shaochen froze.
“Three thousand years ago, the Dark Apocalypse nearly destroyed all human civilization. After that, humanity went through nearly a thousand years of chaos, was forced to leave Earth, and drifted through space. Eventually they discovered Blue Star and settled there. By then, most of human civilization had been lost. What we know now comes only from fragments of ancient texts.”
“An Yi… what exactly are you trying to say?” Xuan Lang asked stiffly.
“Everything Young Master Lian carries on him… is priceless.”
That sentence made both Xuan Lang and Zhong Mu stare wide-eyed.
“Not only because of historical value that could help us understand ancient human life, but also because it has survived thousands of years and is still intact enough to be worn. For researchers, its value cannot be measured in money.”
“Holy… what kind of person is our sister-in-law?” Zhong Mu blurted out in shock.
“Not to mention his terrifying triple-system abilities… just the value of his outfit alone is enough to earn me years of work under Boss killing mutated beasts.”
“What about the blade?” Xiahou Shaochen, who had been silent, finally spoke.
“The blade?” An Yi’s expression became even stranger. “No results.”
“Even you can’t find it?” Xuan Lang scoffed. “Aren’t you always calling yourself a genius? Back then you even dug up how many times I peed as a kid.”
“The entrance detection system… is broken.”
“……”
Xuan Lang froze again.
“……”
Zhong Mu froze again.
“The reason: the energy it attempted to scan far exceeded its limit, causing internal system collapse and shutdown.”
“I remember the detection system at the boss’s residence can withstand up to Royal-tier energy,” Xuan Lang frowned.
“Do you remember the moment when Young Master Lian slightly unsheathed his blade at the entrance?” An Yi asked.
“Of course.” Xuan Lang nodded. He could never forget that instant pressure—pressure he had only ever felt from the boss and the marshal.
“Boss… Young Master Lian probably has secrets,” An Yi said quietly, closing the light computer.
Xiahou Shaochen tapped his fingers slowly. Dark currents flickered in his eyes, unreadable and deep.
After a long silence, he stood up and walked toward the door.
“Boss!!”
“Delete all the data. Everything from today—erase it from your minds.”
“And Young Master Lian…”
His steps paused.
A long silence.
Then a low voice drifted back into the room.
“My wife. Anyone who dares touch him—dies.”
“……”
The room fell silent.
Scene change
“Based on the investigation, Madam indeed had no trace of ability in the past. During entrance testing at the military academy, he was classified as both physical and ability ‘waste,’ so he could only major in battlefield rescue, and even then his performance was mediocre.”
“After being framed not long ago, he entered Zone Five. Although he was rescued by the Young Master, he lost his memory.”
“Lost his memory?” Xiahou Zhong interrupted.
“Yes. Medical diagnosis confirmed complete memory loss.”
“How could he be dual-waste?” Xiahou Hetian shouted. “He has triple abilities! In all of Blue Star, let alone triple abilities—even dual ability users are rare! And his wood ability has already reached Royal-tier!”
“Were there any abnormalities after his memory loss?” a dangerously handsome man asked lazily while leaning on a cute young man beside him.
“Xiahou Yuchi! Sit properly!” Xiahou Zhong’s veins twitched.
“Nothing unusual,” the steward replied. “Recently, Madam encountered trouble and fought again—pure hand-to-hand combat, no use of abilities. If anything… compared to before memory loss… he’s a bit… foolish.”
“I know that,” Xiahou Hetian raised his hand. “I saw it. He took on nearly a hundred people alone with just physical combat. How does that look like a waste?”
“Xiahou Yichen, what do you think?” Xiahou Zhong asked.
“If we must explain it, there are two possibilities. One, he is hiding his strength. Two, he only recently awakened his abilities.”
“Impossible,” Xiahou Luoyu frowned. “Who can awaken three abilities at once? That would take unimaginable accumulation. And one of his abilities is already Royal-tier. Even a genius would need at least ten years.”
“If we can’t determine it now, then we observe him slowly. He’s not going anywhere anyway,” said the cute young man beside Xiahou Yuchi.
“Ha! As expected of my wife—come, wife, kiss—”
“XIAHOU YUCHI! GET THE HELL OUT!!!”
“Cheh! Old man, you really have no sense of romance.”
“You brat!! Steward! Bring me a gun! I’m executing this disgrace myself!!”
“Dad!”
“House Head!!”
“Old man, are you really going to kill your own son?!”
“I’m enforcing justice! Cleaning house!!!”